Since this posted prematurely... I found a treasure today. I almost didn't buy it - I wasn't looking for a quilt, and right now we don't need one for comfortable sleeping. But then I stopped, took a closer look at the stitching, and bundled it up in my arms.
It wasn't until I got it home that I truly realized what I'd got, for $15. Not only is it hand quilted, but the design is lovely, and it's art. It's art for my bed. From one corner diagonally the color shades from light to dark blues, and as you can see, it's not perfect. I think I like it better for some lady's frustration, though. I can imagine her being upset with herself for having laid it out wrong, so the stars touch in one place. But to me, this makes it more human, less like something you could buy en masse in a shop.
And then I wonder about this. Hours and hours of love, time, needle-pricked fingers, and somehow it came to a humble end in a thrift shop, where I found it and rescued it to be loved again. I don't know who you are, quilter friend, but your work has found an admirer who will use and love your art.
Hand stitching, and imperfection make this even more precious.